Standing on the field of valour
Bullets flying all around
Smell of death going through the air
The dead are lying all around
Whistles sounding, coming through the night
Through the wire, now it’s time to fight
Chorus
Tell me babe the price of glory
Tell me now the price of fame
Is it something that’s unholy?
Why is it causing so much pain?
Tell me babe the price of glory
The wealth and glamour, it’s all a game
It lifts you up when you feel unholy
Why is it causing so much pain?
Cannon fire lights the sky
Screaming faces running past
Captain shouts at the fleeing cowards
What’s not fighting doesn’t last
Whistles sounding, coming through the night
Through the wire, now it’s time to fight.
[Chorus]
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